tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207Sat, 26 Nov 2016 11:57:09 +0000Victorian LondonCatherine WaltersSkittlesAmy WinehouseBar 82 NYC ReadingBrooklyn BlogadeCatherine the Great of RussiaEmpress Theodora of ConstantinopleLola MontezMamie Van DorenMarilyn MonroeNinon de LenclosPippi LongstockingSleep No MoreVictorian courtesanWe Three Productions" Hannah Horvath"Hannah Horvath's Twitter Feed""How to Actually Get More Twitter Followers""The Little Shop of Horrors""Why I Write"A Visit From the Goon SquadAlice's RestaurantAltered StatesAnissa HelouArcadian BathsBarack ObamaBertrand BonelloBessie SmithBillie HolidayBritney SpearsBrooklynBrooklyn BanyaBrooklyn BlogfestBuzzfeedCafe Morocco cookbookCharlotte Perkins Gilman:CherChristopher HitchensCzar Peter IIIDaydreaming Workshop at Trade SchoolDiana VreelandDirty Hands NYDon CummingsDonna TarttEdith WhartonEdna St. Vincent MillayEli and the Thirteenth ConfessionElizabeth ChudleighEtta JamesEva TanguayFashion WeekFilm ForumFrancis RenaultFreddy's BarGeorge OrwellGirlbombGood Girl BlogGoogleGrammarly.comGypsy Rose LeeHBO TV show "GirlsHeather HavrileskyHelen Gurley BrownHoratia NelsonHouse of PleasuresIFC CenterIsabelle EberhardtJanis JoplinJayne MansfieldJean GionoJezebel.comJunot DiazKalustyan'sKate BolickKensingtonKickstarterKristin LovejoyLadies of Hip-Hop FestivalLady Emma HamiltonLaura KipnisLaura NyroLeela CormanLena DunhamLentLewis Thornton PowellLord HartingtonLouise BrooksLouise CrawfordLower East Side Tenement MuseumLucy JonesM.I.A. video 'Bad Girls'Mad MenMad Men YourselfMae WestMaeve BrennanMai ZetterlingMaiTai D'BauchMary BosakowskiMcKittrick HotelMiddlemarchMitt RomneyMoCCA Fest 2012MoroccoMy Daguerreotype BoyfriendNancy DrewNeith BoyceNew York CityNicki MinajNina AriandaOliver SacksOnly the Blog Knows BrooklynOurit Ben-HaimPandora's BoxQueen of the NightRock and Roll Hall of FameSamantha StarkSeekingArrangement.comSophie TuckerSpinster: Making a Life of One's OwnStephen HawkinThe AssociationThe New YorkerThe Politics of EcstasyThe TelegraphThen She FellTimothy LearyTommy CooperUNTERZAKHNUnderemployed Is the New OrganicUnderground New York Public LibraryVegas showgirlVery Large American CorporationVictoria WoodhullWilfrid Scawen Bluntargan oilavatarbad girlblack-eyed susansbullet bracallaloocourtesandaisiesdaydreaminggoatshttp://jlai.carbonmade.com/joyce hansonmoralitymusical geniusrestaurantssugar daddyvaudevillevirgin bridevocal fryBad Girl BlogThis blog chronicles my research, experiments and studies about wild women past and present, from Empress Theodora of Constantinople to Lena Dunham.http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)Blogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-1321464608367913289Thu, 23 Apr 2015 15:10:00 +00002015-04-23T11:10:22.108-04:00Charlotte Perkins Gilman:Edith WhartonEdna St. Vincent MillayHeather HavrileskyKate BolickLaura KipnisMaeve BrennanNeith BoyceSpinster: Making a Life of One's OwnKate Bolick Chases Her Spinster WishI've been married for nearly 12 years, but I continue to harbor fantasies about how great it is to be single along with possibly overly fond memories of how much I loved my life when I was a modern-day spinster in my 20s and 30s.<br /><br />Nobody cared whether I stumbled home drunk on a week night! I could walk around the apartment in my underpants whenever I wanted! (OK, I still do that now.) I could lie around in bed for hours and read novels on weekend mornings, eat spaghetti for dinner every night, take baths at midnight, and have long, involved phone conversations with my sisters and girlfriends to my heart's content.<br /><br />Now, I've learned, I'm not the only woman with fantasies of spinsterhood. Kate Bolick, a New York-based writer and contributing editor to <i>The Atlantic</i>, has just published <a href="http://www.katebolick.com/spinster/" target="_blank">Spinster: Making a Life of One's Own</a>, a personally engaging and thoughtfully researched book about her life as a modern urban woman who is sometimes "alone" without a man in her life, sometimes attached and always single by choice.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="http://www.katebolick.com/spinster/" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9TvMwgDjno/VTgLujZl2VI/AAAAAAAABBo/Yxrh7qjmMHE/s1600/Spinster_Bolick.jpg" height="320" title="Spinster: Making a Life of One's Own" width="210" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.katebolick.com/spinster/" target="_blank">Kate Bolick, "Spinster: Making a Life of One's Own"</a></td></tr></tbody></table>Bolick writes of something she calls her "spinster wish," which she describes as "shorthand for the extravagant pleasures of simply being alone." When Bolick was just out of college and journaling furiously, she covered hundreds of pages with all her tedious thoughts and feelings about the latest dramas in her &nbsp;romantic life. But every now and then, when one of those romances had crashed and burned, Bolick would write about returning to the joys of spinsterhood: <i>"Oct. 3, 1995: Ah, finally, W has left; back to my little spinster ways....Nov. 12, 1995: A long, perfect spinster wish of a Sunday, read all day, took two naps."</i><br /><br />Now over the age of 40 and still unwed, Bolick has since seen more men come and go in her life, along with a marriage proposal or three, but she hasn't given up on her spinster wish. If anything, she has formalized her relationship to it with time and study, and now has a book to show for her efforts.<br /><br />Some might describe the book as a would-be feminist <i>cri de coeur</i>. "The deeper question about women's relationship to conventionality might be why it's apparently a bigger factor for us than for men. For Bolick, the answer is fear -- her personal fear about becoming a bag lady or a cat lady, both living proof of what it means not to be loved," writes Laura Kipnis <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/books/2015/04/kate_bolick_s_spinster_making_a_life_of_one_s_own_reviewed.html" target="_blank">in Slate</a>.<br /><br />Others may see <i>Spinster</i> as a highly personal literary memoir, and indeed, I can't recall ever having read an analysis of Victorian women writers that segues into the hamster wheel of dating life in 21st-century New York. Heather Havrilesky <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/04/19/books/review/spinster-by-kate-bolick.html?_r=0" target="_blank">in <i>The New York Times Sunday Book Review</i></a>, calls Bolick's book "an idiosyncratic journey through Bolick's decades-long exploration of how to live independently, with cues from an assortment of nontraditional women."<br /><br />Those nontraditional women are five women writers, all of them bad girls by my reckoning, called "awakeners" by Bolick in a term she borrows from novelist Edith Wharton. In addition to Wharton, Bolick's awakeners are poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, <i>New Yorker </i>essayist Maeve Brennan, magazine columnist Neith Boyce and short story writer and social reformer Charlotte Perkins Gilman.<br /><br />It's entertaining to read about these five women's careers in the past century, and to learn of their struggles to juggle their personal and writing lives. (If you're familiar with this blog, you'll know that I love women in history who fought for their rights to live, love, work and party.) But the trouble begins as it becomes apparent over the course of Bolick's book that none of her awakeners fit the traditional definition of spinster: an unmarried woman.<br /><br />In fact, all of Kate Bolick's spinsters were married, some for a short while and some for the long haul, but married nevertheless. And I predict that Bolick herself will be married at some point, and we'll hear about it on social media when it happens, as her critics feign shock! and scandal! when they report the news.<br /><br />Yet her book is about spinsters, and so she engages in some magical thinking that extends to her apparent belief that everything happens for the best.<br /><br />If your magazine gets shut down, as Bolick's did, and you have to move back in with your family at the age of 38 because you were stone-cold broke, why, it was meant to be on your magical path to modern-day spinsterhood! And if you then scratch together enough cash to move back to Brooklyn because you were bored being stuck back at home, and you land a new job plus a sexy younger boyfriend, well, who's to say that's not being a spinster nowadays?<br /><br />Still, <i>Spinster</i> is a surprisingly compulsive read. It's confessional, brings historic figures to life, and is likely to remind any woman who reads it that we are all feminists if we have a pulse.http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2015/04/kate-bolick-chases-her-spinster-wish.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-7670576628626506778Sat, 17 Jan 2015 22:46:00 +00002015-01-17T18:06:28.194-05:00Brooklyn BlogadeDon CummingsEli and the Thirteenth ConfessionKristin LovejoyLaura NyroLouise CrawfordMary BosakowskiOnly the Blog Knows BrooklynLaura Nyro ObsessionIn my youth, I was never much of a groupie. Even when I was crushin' on David Bowie or Marvin Gaye, I didn't see the point of making posters or rushing to hotels for a glimpse or scheming to get into a show and sneak backstage. I was too shy, and the thought of collecting albums and studying lyrics and cover art embarrassed me. The closest I ever came to being a groupie was in my obsession over Laura Nyro when I was a junior high school girl in the suburbs of Chicago. And it was more of a private affair. My big sister had three or four of Laura Nyro's albums, and when I was alone in my bedroom, I would listen to Laura, memorize all of her lyrics, and learn to sing her songs note for note when nobody was home so I could really let those highs and lows fly. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHGfijhoI-M/VLrb7UhIgOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xHGfl0mrxfA/s1600/Laura%2BNyro.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHGfijhoI-M/VLrb7UhIgOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xHGfl0mrxfA/s320/Laura%2BNyro.jpg" /></a><br />&nbsp;I emoted right in sync with Laura on "Wedding Bell Blues," "Brown Earth," "Stoned Soul Picnic," "Captain for Dark Mornings," "Upstairs by a Chinese Lamp," "And When I Die," "He's a Runner," and on and on. Never mind that I hadn't even been properly kissed at that point, let alone been in a relationship or gone to Spanish Harlem. No matter. With Laura, I felt and experienced it all: broken-hearted loneliness, tom cat love, day-fancy dreams, the taste of sweet cocaine and Christmas in my soul.<br /><br /><b>New York Tendaberry</b><br /><br />Only twelve years old, I knew Laura was all mine. There was one precious time years ago when I saw her perform at Ravinia Park, outside of Chicago, on a rainy night, when mud-sliding philistines rode the muck on their bellies as if they were at Woodstock instead of a performance by the greatest singer-songwriter the world has ever known. Oh yes, she was mine alone.<br /><br />Then last Thursday night, I attended "New York Tendaberry: The Iconic Songs and Life of Laura Nyro," in Park Slope, Brooklyn, and I learned that I was far from the only girl with a passionate Laura Nyro obsession back in the 1970s.<br /><br />Here was producer and host Louise Crawford, of <a href="http://onlytheblogknowsbrooklyn.com/">Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn</a> fame, who put the evening together, standing before the tightly packed crowd at The Old Stone House and revealing that when <i>she</i> was twelve, <i>she</i> listened all the time to "Eli and the Thirteenth Confession," enthralled with its deep magic. And <i>her</i> big sister and friends were so cool and in on the Laura Nyro experience that saying "Eli's Coming" was code for "I'm about to get my period."<br /><br /><b>Tripping Down the Side Streets</b><br /><br />In my Midwestern suburban youth, Laura Nyro also was the start of my New York obsession. Laura was the prime example of New York womanhood to me, tripping down the side streets all smoky eyes, wild brown hair, hoop earrings, gypsy bangles, lipstick on her reefer waiting for a match.<br /><br />There stood Louise on Thursday, one of how many thousands of Laura lovers, still crushin' on her almost twenty years after her death, reading the poetry of "New York Tendaberry," and now that I'm a grown woman and living in NYC myself, it felt like home: "Sidewalk and pigeon. You look like a city. But you feel like religion to me."<br /><br />Thanks, Louise, for bringing back the iconic songs of Laura Nyro with brilliant interpretations by artists Erika Amato, Debbie Deane, Amy and Andy Burton, Jennifer Lewis Bennett, Tim Moore, Ina May Wool and Nancy O. Graham. (And a special shout-out to Don Cummings, whose "Poverty Train" was a knockout.) The evening ended with a stunning video by Mary Bosakowski and Kristin Lovejoy, shown at Laura Nyro's memorial service back in 1997 and including personal footage of Laura speaking to the camera about her life.<br /><br />Since Thursday's performances, my entire vinyl collection of Laura's albums has been in heavy rotation on my stereo here in my Brooklyn apartment. I'm remembering what it feels like to lift a record needle and put it back on a track over and over again. Remember that? I'm gushing, I know.<br /><br />I own my Laura Nyro love proudly. I guess I'm a groupie after all. So to end it on a special note for all you other insiders, maybe you've already obsessed over every single YouTube video starring Laura Nyro, including, of course, the Monterey Pop Festival performance where she blew everybody away with the sweetness of "Wedding Bell Blues" and the intensity of "Poverty Train," and mistakenly believed the crowd was booing her when in fact they were <i>loving</i> her and calling out their appreciation but she couldn't feel it because she was just such a special and tender artist with an unparalleled sensitivity, though if she only knew how much she meant for <i>me</i>, <i>personally</i>, during my own very sensitive growing-up years when she showed me what it is to be open to an honest and true creative experience, and how I wasn't alone, and in fact she gave so much to so many of us in pain or passion or trouble or sadness or joy, then she wouldn't have been so timid about giving herself to an audience because she would have felt deeply how her songs and lyrics and musicianship went out into the world and changed it in a very real way and we will always always know and remember and cherish her from a respectful distance so as not to drive her away but in love and awe.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://ytimg.googleusercontent.com/vi/0YxIGXISEi4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/0YxIGXISEi4&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/0YxIGXISEi4&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2015/01/laura-nyro-obsession.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-9022052258822084888Sun, 21 Sep 2014 17:09:00 +00002014-09-21T13:09:25.735-04:00Dr. Zhivago: A Movie Plotline Made Unworkable by Digital CommunicationsLara (Julie Christie) and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059113/" target="_blank">Dr. Zhivago</a> (Omar Sharif) foursquare each other in Moscow and realize they've just left restaurants on the same street!<br /><br />He texts her from the tram.<br /><br />"Hey! Whassup? Did you just come out of the Social Democratic Pierogi Bar? I think I saw you!"<br /><br />"No way! lol"<br /><br />"Where u at now?"<br /><br />Lara speaks.<br /><br />"I'm on the tram, standing right behind you."<br /><br />"Cool. Let's get a beer."<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYZ9dfh1PTw/VB8GJQcG3KI/AAAAAAAAA9I/75cfM6nPGLw/s1600/doctor_zhivago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYZ9dfh1PTw/VB8GJQcG3KI/AAAAAAAAA9I/75cfM6nPGLw/s1600/doctor_zhivago.jpg" height="223" width="320" /></a></div><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2014/09/dr-zhivago-movie-plotline-made.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-6799429400321949016Sun, 25 May 2014 13:12:00 +00002014-05-25T09:36:34.550-04:00Queen of the NightSleep No MoreThen She FellDon't Tell Me About the Queen of the NightIn June, I'm going with some friends to attend a performance of <a href="http://queenofthenightnyc.com/" target="_blank">Queen of the Night </a>at the Paramount Hotel in NYC. Shelling out $200, and I have no idea about the show's theme, who's in it, who wrote it, how long it runs or anything else about the production. Apparently there's food and drink involved, so I don't have to eat before the show.<br /><br />Oh, and there's this photo I saw in <i>The New York Times </i>of a beautiful woman wearing a headdress:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frCK8CrqOfY/U4Hhc6eOp1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/s9hIC_3c2Z0/s1600/Queen+of+the+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frCK8CrqOfY/U4Hhc6eOp1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/s9hIC_3c2Z0/s1600/Queen+of+the+Night.jpg" height="180" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h4><span style="background-color: white; color: #909090; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11.006999969482422px; text-align: right;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/27/theater/queen-of-the-night-opens-at-the-new-diamond-horseshoe-club.html" target="_blank"><i>Sara Krulwich/The New York Times</i></a></span></h4></td></tr></tbody></table>But other than that, I don't know a thing about Queen of the Night. Nada. And please don't tell me about the Queen of the Night. I don't want to know. "Immersion theater," meaning shows where you, the audience member, are pulled into the production by the performers, and you walk amongst them and the set and the props, is a very personal thing and can't really be explained. You interact with the show and feel yourself becoming part of the performance.<br /><br />I've done this before at <a href="http://sleepnomorenyc.com/#listen" target="_blank">Sleep No More</a> and <a href="http://thenshefell.com/" target="_blank">Then She Fell</a>, voluntarily wandering around in a state of confusion, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. It's the best.<br /><br />At Sleep No More, an entire four-story building on the West Side has been taken over by the show. Somebody told me that the old Twilo nightclub used to be there, but now it's called the McKittrick Hotel, and it's the site of a nightlong mystery theater where performers rush around dancing and stripping off their clothes and washing off blood in the bath. I've heard the show is partially based on that Scottish play by Shakespeare and partially based on romantic mystery films of the 1930s, which sounds fine, but I've been to Sleep No More four times now and I still don't know what the hell is going on.<br /><br />The point of the show, as far as I'm concerned, is to:<br /><ul><li>explore dark rooms enveloped in a moody soundscape and a peculiar smell of incense</li><li>happen accidentally upon a large dinner party in a ballroom with a cast of handsome, despairing characters who all seem to hate and mistrust one another</li><li>open drawers in ancient wooden desks that contain bits of hair and hospital reports written in spidery script</li><li>try not to bump into any of the strangers that are wandering around with me (did I mention that all audience members must wear Commedia dell'Arte masks?)</li><li>eat penny candy out of giant apothecary jars, and&nbsp;</li><li>follow a woman I believe to be Lady Macbeth up three flights of stairs to her bedroom</li></ul><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcS3A8PABts/U4Hm-XdZ5aI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-g5zUiAXmUg/s1600/Ellen_Terry_as_Lady_Macbeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcS3A8PABts/U4Hm-XdZ5aI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-g5zUiAXmUg/s1600/Ellen_Terry_as_Lady_Macbeth.jpg" height="320" width="164" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h4><i style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17.318561553955078px; text-align: left;">John Singer Sargent's 1889 painting of&nbsp;Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth</i></h4></td></tr></tbody></table>When I went to Then She Fell, my friend led me into the theater building blindfolded, and by the end of the evening I had played games with a white rabbit, drunk tea with a mad hatter and brushed the hair of a pretty girl in a blue dress named Alice. Don't ask me what it all meant....Well, I guess what it meant was that once upon a time, a New York woman ventured out into the night for an immersive theater production and came away having lived a personal experience that engaged all five of her senses.<br /><br />I love a good story. And after years of seeing plays, watching movies and reading books, if a talented theater company wants to offer me an intriguing assortment of people, places and things to become absorbed in, I'm happy to tell myself a story of my own devising, even if it is non-linear and makes no sense to anybody but me.http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2014/05/dont-tell-me-about-queen-of-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)3New York, NY, USA40.7056308 -73.978003540.3204428 -74.6234505 41.0908188 -73.3325565tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-449076852823041400Tue, 17 Dec 2013 01:20:00 +00002013-12-16T20:20:24.779-05:00Merry Christmas & Happy New NovelGoing to England for Christmas on Wednesday. Yay! That's where I was inspired to start writing my first novel. It's an inspiring place.<br /><br />Here's how my novel begins -- and it draws on a lot of the "bad girl" research I've done over the years about women in history. The first draft is nearly finished. Yay! Perhaps in the new year I'll get back to blogging. Perhaps...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_gUULJPjoY/Uq-mqT9_1LI/AAAAAAAAA6U/nIVYGWe3FeM/s1600/Christmas+Wreath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_gUULJPjoY/Uq-mqT9_1LI/AAAAAAAAA6U/nIVYGWe3FeM/s200/Christmas+Wreath.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;Inga’s night had been restless, and she was glad when the morning light through their tiny bedroom window grew bright enough to allow her to get up. She rose as Mike slept on, and she crept down to the kitchen and dressed as fast as she could. It was a good thing he was sleeping so deeply after his night out. Finishing up with the packing had been easier.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">She found a wet, sour-smelling washrag in a corner of the kitchen sink, and though it didn’t matter anymore, she poured fresh water into an empty dishpan, added some soap and a capful of bleach. She threw in the rag, gave it a swish and a scrub, and hung it to dry on a peg next to the sink.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Turning away from that final chore, Inga pulled on her coat and searched in the left pocket for a small jar of Imogen’s fancy French hand cream. She unscrewed the silver lid and applied a generous dab to her rough hands. As she smoothed the cream into her skin, she gazed into the middle distance, then pulled a handwritten note from the right pocket and placed it on the kitchen table.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">December 21, 1918</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dear Michael,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I am too young for this. I’ll always love you, but I am leaving. Please don’t try to find me.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Love, Ingeborg</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">She bowed her head over the table, pressing her palms against the oilcloth that she had bought all those months ago with her pin money and paused a moment — no, several long moments — eyes closed. A shadow crossed her face.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Inga took a deep breath, straightened her back and opened her eyes. She walked to the hall closet and pulled out a large leather valise, Imogen’s valise, which Inga had been hiding for several days.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Grasping the handle with both hands, she heaved the overpacked bag out the apartment’s front door, shut it quietly, and took care not to make too much noise descending the tenement’s creaky stairs. At the landing, she peeked out the entryway window at the patch of sky above the buildings of the Lower East Side. The weather was clear, and the snow had melted from the sidewalks of Rivington Street.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Inga stepped outside. She struggled down the stoop, crossed Norfolk Street, and began her journey north with small, slow steps, dragging her bag behind.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">There. Now she was gone.</div>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/merry-christmas-happy-new-novel.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-1822426004963050535Sun, 08 Sep 2013 20:59:00 +00002014-11-24T09:22:52.101-05:00"The Little Shop of Horrors""Why I Write"George OrwellGrammarly.comNinon de LenclosPippi LongstockingWhy I Write<i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I used Grammarly to <a href="http://www.grammarly.com/"rel="nofollow"><span style="color: #1155cc;">grammar check</span></a>this post, because I want to split infinitives only when I intend to break the rules.</span></i><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’ve been infected with the writing sickness since childhood, and it has only gotten worse as I’ve grown older. As I write this, it’s Sunday morning at 11:48 a.m., and I’m feeling guilty because I haven’t written yet today. I went to the farmers’ market instead of writing early, breaking my promise to myself that I would put in two hours of work.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back before the sickness really took hold, it was enough for me to go to the farmers’ market of a Sunday morning and feel virtuous while buying locally grown vegetables and learning how Brooklyn composts. But now my writing sickness is in full flower, so here I sit repenting for my sin, delivering forth words like counted beads on a rosary.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’ve heard some people refer to the sickness as “feeding the monster,” which reminds me of that 1960 cult movie directed by Roger Corman, "The Little Shop of Horrors," about a sad-sack gardener in a flower shop, Seymour, who has inadvertently created a Venus flytrap hybrid with an insatiable taste for human flesh. Seymour starts out by nourishing the plant with his own blood and eventually ends up murdering people to feed his monster, Audrey Jr. (named after a girl who works with Seymour at the flower shop). With every feeding, Audrey Jr. keeps growing bigger and bigger and more out of control. It turns out that she has the ability to speak, and she makes constant demands: “I need some chow!” and “Feed me. Feed me! FEED ME!” That pretty well describes my relationship to the writing monster I’ve inadvertently created for myself.</span></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEjVAnRixo0/UizjDkHxaqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/w0lBPO8YFlc/s1600/Little+Shop+of+Horrors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEjVAnRixo0/UizjDkHxaqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/w0lBPO8YFlc/s400/Little+Shop+of+Horrors.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Seymour confronts the insatiable Audrey Jr. in Roger Corman's "The Little Shop of Horrors"</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I was younger, I didn’t know what to write about, and I thought the whole trick to writing conformed to that old cliché: the sudden flash of inspiration. When inspiration struck, I told myself, I would finally write story after story, book after book. In the meantime, I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">read</i>story after story, book after book. The narratives that appealed to me most involved runaway girls, sneaky free spirits setting out on adventures, strangely solitary girls making their way alone in the world. Pippi Longstocking sailed the high seas, Harriet the Spy hid in dark corners and wrote unsparing critiques about the people around her, Wanda Petronski told her rich classmates that she had one hundred dresses at home even though she wore the same faded blue dres to school every day.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I suppose you could say that even then, my subject, which falls into the easy categorization of “bad girls,” had already found me. My recognition of it, though, didn't strike in a sudden flash. Bad girls crept up on me slowly and steadily, especially when <a href="http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-started-chasing-bad-girls.html">events in my life went wrong</a>, and now I find that the subject is an eternal spring, the one true thing that compels me to write and keeps me writing. I’ve got a couple of novels and short stories in progress, and they’ve all ended up sharing the theme of runaway girls who do wrong.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In another “Why I Write” essay, <a href="http://orwell.ru/library/essays/wiw/english/e_wiw">George Orwell says</a> that he, too, fed a wee monster that grew bigger when he began to write in earnest. As he describes it, as a boy he seemed to be making a descriptive effort almost against his will, under a compulsion that came from outside.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“For minutes at a time this kind of thing would be running through my head: ‘He pushed the door open and entered the room. A yellow beam of sunlight, filtering through the muslin curtains, slanted on to the table, where a match-box, half-open, lay beside the inkpot. With his right hand in his pocket he moved across to the window. Down in the street a tortoiseshell cat was chasing a dead leaf’, etc. etc.”</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Orwell says there are four great motives for writing: sheer egoism, aesthetic enthusiasm, historical impulse and political purpose. Orwell chose politics as his subject, or rather, the subject chose him. Yet even the author of those great political novels <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Animal Farm</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">1984 </i>admits that anyone who examines his work will see that when it is “downright propaganda,” it contains the sort of literary aesthetic that a full-time politician would consider irrelevant.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“I am not able, and do not want, completely to abandon the world view that I acquired in childhood,” Orwell writes. “So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information. It is no use trying to suppress that side of myself."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I, too, love scraps of useless information. Indeed, I suspect that it’s those very scraps that motivate me to write more than anything else. I hang on to those odd little pieces of information, those forgotten moments that no one has any reason to remember, fleeting feelings, random thoughts….and I try to call attention to these scraps that speak to me.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some time ago, when I spent the greater part of a year at the British Library “looking up the dirty parts in old books,” as I liked to tell people, I stumbled across a volume in the rare books reading room, written by an unknown author and published in England in 1804. Titled “Eccentric Biography; or Memoirs of Remarkable Female Characters, Ancient or Modern,” it credits the French courtesan Ninon de Lenclos with owning a favorite small dog named Raton, “taperly and elegantly formed with yellow hair.” This Raton was Ninon’s constant companion and reflected <span style="color: red; display: none; font-family: Times; mso-hide: all;">or mirror </span>his mistress’ dainty<span style="color: red; display: none; font-family: Times; mso-hide: all;">?</span> appetites wherever she was invited to sup.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“She placed him in an elegant little basket near her plate, and he was literally, her officer of health,” wrote this English author from 1804. “He maintained most strictly that regimen of his mistress, which preserved her beauty, good humour, and her health, to the advanced age of nearly a hundred years. He did not suffer her to make use of coffee, of ragouts, or of liqueurs. Raton suffered quietly to pass him the soup, the boulli, and the roti, but if his mistress seemed inclined to touch the ragouts, he growled, fixed his eyes upon her, and sternly interdicted the use of these enticing dishes….When the dessert came, however, he sprung quickly from his basket, gamboled on the cloth, paid his compliments to the ladies, and received in return for his caresses a few macaroons, of which two or three satisfied his appetite.”</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have never known quite what to do with Raton, but on several occasions, I have tried to introduce both his gamboling ways and the author’s foreign manner of speech into some piece of writing I was working on. Orwell points out that “all writers are vain, selfish, and lazy,” and I’ll agree with him on the first two, but not the third. Writing is work. Finding a place for Raton and making his appearance seem natural and inevitable is a struggle.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand,” Orwell writes, turning to that useful metaphor of the insatiable monster. “For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So yes, the need to be heard is a good explanation for why I write. I was the youngest of four kids in my family, after all, and talking on paper lets me express myself without teasing or interruption.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But to my mind, the greatest explanation involves the mysterious relationship between me, the writer, and you, the reader. Who are you? Why do I need you to understand why I write? I believe the answer lies in my simple desire to entertain you with a good story. At its best, storytelling allows both you and me to experience the loss of self. “One can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality,” as Orwell puts it. “Good prose is like a windowpane.”</span></span>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/09/why-i-write.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-9031723554908838862Sat, 10 Aug 2013 18:25:00 +00002013-08-10T14:25:14.349-04:00" Hannah Horvath"Hannah Horvath's Twitter Feed""How to Actually Get More Twitter Followers"BuzzfeedHBO TV show "GirlsLena DunhamHannah Horvath's Twitter FeedOK, it's time for a meta-critique of Hannah Horvath's Twitter feed. Both of them -- the real Hannah and the fake Hannah. Plus the Twitter account of Lena Dunham. It's time to do a meta-critique of that, too. For those of you who are new to this, I'm talking about Hannah Horvath, the lead character of the HBO TV show "Girls," as played by Lena Dunham.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXh_IL8k0W0/UgZ7zRvO0YI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OaMAd_kRs_Y/s1600/hannah-horvath-480x320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXh_IL8k0W0/UgZ7zRvO0YI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OaMAd_kRs_Y/s200/hannah-horvath-480x320.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So here we go.<br /><br />Our subjects of study are three Twitter feeds as follows: 1) <b>the "real" Hannah</b>, as in the one in the show itself, wherein the fictional character as of Series 1 is a simulacrum of a real 24-year-old girl living in Brooklyn; 2) <b>the "fake" Hannah</b>, as in the fake Twitter feed that somebody, possibly HBO, created to promote the show; and 3) <b>the human being Lena Dunham</b>, who is now a rich and famous star writer-director-actor and I think producer, yes, almost assuredly producer in addition to writer-director-actor. I don't want to google it right now, but you can pretty much assume she is a writer-director-actor-producer.<br /><br /><b>The Real Hannah </b><br /><br />The real Hannah Horvath fancies herself an essential writer for her time. <span class="st">"I think I might be the voice of my generation</span><span class="st"><span class="st">. Or at least <i>a</i> voice. Of <i>a</i> generation</span>," she tells her parents when they tell her they're cutting her off because she's been sponging off them for too long and it's time for her to get a day job.</span><br /><br /><span class="st">At the start of "Girls," the real simulacrum Hannah writes personal essays and works as an unpaid intern for a literary agent in the hopes that she'll get a publishing deal for her memoir. </span>She also tweets as @HannahHorvath (s<i>ee shitty You Tube screen grab below</i>). The real Hannah's Twitter analytics are completely, hilariously out of whack: she has 26 followers, she is following 902 tweeps, and she has tweeted 4,140 times; i.e., she has a negative follower ratio by a very large margin.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irZ3ksTecVE/UgZI3dIr6hI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-igni1Y6_rU/s1600/Real+Hannah+Twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irZ3ksTecVE/UgZI3dIr6hI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-igni1Y6_rU/s400/Real+Hannah+Twitter.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Real Hannah Twitter Feed</b></td></tr></tbody></table>When we see Hannah clacking away on her keyboard in Season 1, Episode 3, she is busy tweeting something intensely personal, as in "you lose some, you lose..." as she's thinking about a fight she just had with her sort-of boyfriend. Five hours earlier, she had tweeted, "just poured water on some perfectly good bread to stop myself from eating it. ate it anyway. BECAUSE I AM AN ANIMAL." The tweet before that one, written 13 hours earlier, says: "how often do you think a guy is looking at you with love eyes then realize he's special ed/traveling with a caretaker. I've done that thrice." <br /><br />Clearly, Hannah is desperate for attention, but it's a Twitter #fail. Her tweets have garnered her followers at the rate of 0.006% per tweet. (My quick calculation, which is probably wrong, because I'm better at qualitative analysis than quantitative, but this number helps me tell a convincing story so I'm keeping it.)<br /><br />What should real simulacrum Hannah do to fix her bad ratio? According to Buzzfeed's top 10 tips on <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/katieheaney/how-to-actually-get-more-twitter-followers" target="_blank">getting more Twitter followers</a>, if you want to be popular on Twitter, you should care just enough and not get obsessed: "Obsessing over your follower count can drag it down, especially if you let that show through your tweets. (Complaining about not having more followers is <i>never</i> a good look.) Also, when you obsess, you’re more likely to tweet dumb things out of obligation. It’s OK to just step away from the computer sometimes!"<br /><br /><b>The Fake Hannah</b><br /><br />Upon further inspection, god knows who created the fake Hannah Twitter feed (<i>see below</i>). HBO? A fixated fangirl? The Hannah Horvath @HannahHorvath_ Twitter profile claims that it's not affiliated with @HBO or @girlsHBO. But then the profile also provides a link to <a href="http://hbo.com/girls">hbo.com/girls</a>, so god knows what's going on.<br /><br />Anyway, somebody from April 13 through April 22, 2012 posted 24 tweets on @HannahHorvath_, quoting funny lines from the show. The very first tweet on the fake Hannah Twitter feed is identical to a tweet in the simulacrum Hannah's Series 1/Episode 3 Twitter feed ("just poured water on some perfectly good bread to stop myself from eating it. ate it anyway. BECAUSE I AM AN ANIMAL"), which feels very meta to me, a layered palimpsest of destroyed and rebuilt culture-content reflecting the reification of the real in a commercial context. It's no coincidence that this fake feed appeared around the same time that the show premiered on HBO on April 15, 2012.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJk0-Tq9C50/UgZZnimjZiI/AAAAAAAAA40/miiEcGxyAvM/s1600/Fake+Hannah+Twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJk0-Tq9C50/UgZZnimjZiI/AAAAAAAAA40/miiEcGxyAvM/s400/Fake+Hannah+Twitter.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Fake Hannah Twitter Feed</b></td></tr></tbody></table>The fake Hannah's analytics are impressive for a Twitter feed that lasted merely 10 days. In that time, fake Hannah posted 25 tweets, followed 197 tweeps (a subject worthy of an essay in its own right or at least a very long footnote) and gained <i>11,727 followers</i>.<br /><br />That's an impressively positive follower ratio. This Hannah is not desperate. She's a pop culture commodity.<br /><br />@HannahHorvath_'s final tweet, posted on 22-April-12, reads: "'You want me to call you?' #mistakesGIRLSmake. #GIRLS." The penultimate tweet, posted 15-April-12, reads "I'm 24 years old, don't tell me what to do," followed by a bunch of promotion-worthy hashtags. It was retweeted 68 times and favorited 21 times -- not a bad showing at all for a fictional character who is allegedly desperate for popularity.<br /><br /><b>The Human Being Lena Dunham</b><br /><br />Which brings us to the human being Lena Dunham, whose 6,517 tweets have won her an algorithmically exponential 1,128,538 followers as of 11:46 a.m. ET Saturday 10-Aug-13 (<i>see below</i>). The human being Lena Dunham, meanwhile, follows just 413 tweeps, many of whom -- like Lena Dunham herself -- have blue ticks against their names, indicating Twitter-verified accounts "used to establish authenticity of identities on Twitter," meaning rich and famous people.<br /><br />Lena Dunham follows actor Maggie Gyllenhaal, sex columnist Dan Savage, <i>Eat, Pray Love</i> author Elizabeth Gilbert and Planned Parenthood. I haven't figured out yet how to see whether they're following her back, but I assume they are.<br /><br />Her followers include a lot of nobodies who go by their first name only, including Bethany @BethanyLois 85 (who has tweeted 3 times, has 6 followers and is following 73 people), Nella @nella1704 (who loves animals, reading, Green Day and Gwen Stefani) and Kashmir @faggotmaria (11,156 tweets, 184 following, 234 followers, sample tweet: "I just went around and followed celebrities because, why not").<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_77urvVFhU/UgZjciCpeRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/9FNeFnFz-Nw/s1600/Lena+Dunham+Twitter.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_77urvVFhU/UgZjciCpeRI/AAAAAAAAA5E/9FNeFnFz-Nw/s400/Lena+Dunham+Twitter.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Lena Dunham Twitter Feed</b></td></tr></tbody></table>To get personal about this, I'll just say that<b> </b>at my job, where I'm a web editor, I run one of my site's Twitter feeds, which explains why I've studied how you do Twitter. In my personal life, I have a lame-ass Twitter feed, @joycehanson, with 308 tweets, 136 following and 136 followers.<br /><br />So yes, I'm one of those tweeps who gets all matchy-matchy with the analytics and carefully avoids looking too desperate. Plus, I can't think of anything interesting to say. I tweet about my blog posts and Yelp check-ins, and try to get clever on rare occasion -- "Today, I'm working at home, on drugs. Benadryl and Ibuprofen can be taken together as cold medicine, apparently" -- then feel embarrassed about self-revelation and stop tweeting for several weeks.<br /><br />Basically, I'm another nobody. And I am now following @lenadunham.http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/08/hannah-horvaths-twitter-feed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3495403407789574557Tue, 30 Jul 2013 21:07:00 +00002013-07-30T17:23:30.266-04:00Come to a Bad Girl Blog Reading on Aug. 1 in the East Village<div style="background-color: white; line-height: 21px;"><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: #444444; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You're invited! Please come to a Bad Girl Blog reading this Thursday, Aug. 1, 7:30 p.m., at the Identity Bar &amp; Lounge. This is an open mic reading that features four top-rated "Silver Tongued Devils," and I am one of those devils!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;">I'll be doing a mashup involving this blog post --&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #1122cc; cursor: pointer; line-height: 21px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/timothy-leary-she-comes-in-colors.html" style="color: #1122cc; cursor: pointer; line-height: 21px; white-space: nowrap;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bad Girl Blog</span>:&nbsp;<span style="font-weight: bold;">Timothy Leary</span>: She Comes in Colors</a>&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #333333;">--&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">plus a bunch of other stuff about rich old hippies, sex and drugs! Wow!&nbsp;</span><span style="text-indent: 48px;"><span style="color: #333333;">If you're in NYC this is your big chance to</span></span><span style="text-indent: 48px;">&nbsp;support the downtown open mic storytelling community</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Details here:</span></div><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="ecxMsoNormalTable" style="color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0in;"><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div></td><td style="padding: 0in;"><div><div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="font-family: Algerian; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 41px;">Rimes of The Ancient Mariner”</span></div></div><div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"></div></div><div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Recurring the first Thursday of every month in the b</span><span style="line-height: 22px;">asement lounge at Identity Bar</span></span></div></div></div><div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 511 E. 6<sup style="line-height: 18px;">th</sup>&nbsp;St., between Avenues A &amp; B</span></div></div><div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.identityloungenyc.com/" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer;" target="_blank">www.identityloungenyc.com/</a></b></span></div></div><div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.35em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">Open mic signup at 7 p.m.&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 26px;">Fifteen open Mic slots plus four featured performers.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 26px;">Curtain up at 7:30 p.m.<span style="color: #44546a;">&nbsp;sharp and runs to 10:30 p.m.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 26px;">21 and over only</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">$7 Admission</span>&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 26px;">Please arrive early so we can start promptly at 7:30 p.m.</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/07/come-to-bad-girl-blog-reading-on-aug-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-4545215665842327599Thu, 04 Jul 2013 15:47:00 +00002013-07-05T15:54:30.765-04:00Donna TarttGoogleJean GionoMcKittrick HotelSleep No MoreStephen HawkinThe AssociationWomen of Mystery and Unknowability in the Age of GoogleProfessor Stephen Hawking, the excellent quantum physicist whose job it is to uncover the secrets of the universe, recently told the <i>New Scientist </i>magazine that women are a complete mystery to him.<br /><br />"In an interview with the <i>New Scientist</i> magazine to mark his 70th birthday on Sunday, January 8, he was asked: 'What do you think most about during the day?' to which he replied: 'Women. They are a complete mystery,'" <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/stephen-hawking/8993228/Stephen-Hawking-Women-are-a-complete-mystery.html" target="_blank"><i>The Telegraph</i> reported back in 2012</a>.<br /><br />This is as it should be. I've been thinking lately about unknowability in the age of Google. Now that everything in the universe seems to be knowable these days, I believe that we should all seek out complete mysteries just so we can contemplate them. The goal is to retain a sense of incomprehension and wonder in the face of the unknowable. I think this is how some people, me included, might describe the God experience.<br /><br />Currently, I'm reading two novels that have sat on my bookshelves for years, knowing nothing about the authors and their historical context. I am actively resisting googling them or asking my friends on social media whether they've heard of the novels and what they think about them and their authors.<br /><br />I hesitate to even name them here on my blog. Oh, OK, I will, you've twisted my arm. They are <i>The Secret History </i>by a woman named Donna Tartt and <i>Que ma joie demeure</i> by I think a French, or maybe Italian, author named Jean Giono. (Not to be pretentious, but I was a French major in college and every now and then I like to read in French to keep my French up. Same way I like to listen to French radio and watch French movies.) But I'm not going to provide links to Amazon or anything. If you really want to learn more, you can look them up yourself. It's quite easy, as you well understand. All you have to do is copy, paste and google, and go down the rabbit hole of knowing.<br /><br />Every page of an unknown book is a slow revelation. And it feels so personal to me, unconnected to the rest of the world, as I read each word and line on the page as they reveal themselves and I find a way to attach meaning to them.<br /><br />The fact is, I am a web editor. It's my full-time job. Throughout the work week, I scour the internet for story ideas, I publish my content in our CMS, I create weblinks, I run our site's Twitter feed, I make new friends and followers on FaceBook and LinkedIn, and I post my photos on Instagram just for fun. My company pays for my online subscriptions to <i>The New York Times</i> and <i>The Wall Street Journal</i>. Oh, and I've been blogging here at Bad Girl Blog since 2006.<br /><br />Basically, I am a paid online knowability expert, which must explain why, in my information-exhausted downtime, I &nbsp;fantasize about unplugging and romanticize the mystery of the unknown. Just the other day, I read <a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/3012521/unplug/baratunde-thurston-leaves-the-internet" target="_blank">this guy</a> about how he left the internet for 25 days, and I thought he sounded like kind of a jerk, but then I realized that I'm kind of a hyper-connected jerk myself.<br /><br />Which is why I try sometimes to engage in experiments where I don't understand what the hell is going on -- maybe I'll drink a couple of martinis, or I'll go to a night of <a href="http://sleepnomorenyc.com/hotel.htm" target="_blank">Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel</a>, or I'll take a walk in the dark, or I'll have a digital-free day or weekend or vacation. I guess I'm trying to get back in touch with my younger, pre-internet, pre-cell phone self, when I went traveling through Europe for a year with a pack on my back and no easy way to get in touch with anybody back home. (I'll always cherish my memory of calling home from a booth in the main post office in Paris, and bursting into tears when my stepmom answered the phone.)<br /><br />When I was even younger than that, a kid in the single-digit age group, I used to love this band called The Association, and they were a happy pop group who recorded magical tunes that were played in heavy rotation on AM radio. One of my favorite Association songs was called "Windy," and I would be thrilled when it came on the radio, and I'd conjure up all kinds of half-baked ideas about the glamorous grownup boys who were singing and the mysterious girl they were singing about.<br /><br />Recently, I made the mistake of searching for The Association videos on YouTube. Spoiler Alert: Here's what I got -- which is all the reason I need to keep on actively resisting knowing too much about the world, especially when it comes to pop culture.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/GHpwzpaFI4g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/GHpwzpaFI4g&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/GHpwzpaFI4g&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/07/women-of-mystery-and-unknowability-in.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3073717833846167647Sun, 14 Apr 2013 18:01:00 +00002013-04-14T14:18:04.330-04:00Lewis Thornton PowellMy Daguerreotype BoyfriendWilfrid Scawen BluntDaguerreotype Bad Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>No, this photo isn't from the latest Tommy Hilfiger men's fashion marketing campaign. This is Lewis Thornton Powell, one of the conspirators in the Lincoln assassination, colorized and waiting to be hung on the gallows. During his military trial, his lawyer begged the court for leniency, saying he was insane: "He lives in that land of imagination where it seems to him legions of southern soldiers wait to crown him as their chief commander."<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsjR_56ahko/UWrqTR8xFjI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/XKPD9204Vrk/s1600/Daguerreotype+Bad+Boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsjR_56ahko/UWrqTR8xFjI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/XKPD9204Vrk/s320/Daguerreotype+Bad+Boy.jpg" width="197" /></a></div>I found this bad boy on my new Tumblr obsession, <a href="http://mydaguerreotypeboyfriend.tumblr.com/post/5985725070/fuckyeahhistorycrushes-lewis-thornton-powell" target="_blank">My Daguerreotype Boyfriend</a>, which is,&nbsp; as MDB tags it, "Where Early Photography Meets Extreme Hotness." Basically, it's hot guys you will never meet because they died years ago. But at least you can enjoy looking.<br /><br />I've come across some daguerreotype boyfriends in the course of my own Bad Girl research. <a href="http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/reviving-skittles-part-9-poetic-love.html" target="_blank">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a>, for example:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXEka2AwlcM/UWrtPkOO3mI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/QgCSzXPoMS4/s1600/Blunt-Wilfrid-Scawen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXEka2AwlcM/UWrtPkOO3mI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/QgCSzXPoMS4/s1600/Blunt-Wilfrid-Scawen.JPG" title="Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" /></a></div>What about you? Have you ever had a crush on a dead man? The first time I experienced it was in college, when I was watching James Dean in "Rebel Without a Cause," and realized, "Wow, I'm totally in love with this guy, only he's too old for me. And he's dead." But it didn't stop me from wanting to watch his movies. History is funny that way -- you can reach across the decades or the centuries and feel that you have a personal relationship with somebody you can never possibly (and might not want to) meet.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/daguerreotype-bad-boy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-1309150406338260875Sat, 02 Mar 2013 20:55:00 +00002013-03-02T16:16:59.742-05:00Arcadian BathsBrooklyn BanyaEmpress Theodora of Constantinoplehttp://jlai.carbonmade.com/A Day at the Baths<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings></xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> 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No? Ex-prostitute/alleged nymphomaniac, mistress of Emperor Justinian, used witchcraft to get him to marry her, ruled together over the Byzantine Empire in the 6th century? Ring a bell?<b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> I’m thinking about <span class="MsoHyperlink"><a href="http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-started-chasing-bad-girls-8.html" target="_blank">Empress Theodora</a></span> today because she loved extravagant baths: slaves oiled and washed her body, groups of small children massaged her with their tiny fingers, odalisques played the lute as she swam about in a dreamy haze, etc. In her time, a <span class="MsoHyperlink"><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=8T9TJwcs_20C&amp;pg=PA27&amp;lpg=PA27&amp;dq=empress+theodora+baths&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=D-vDUXEi9T&amp;sig=O8K2q-bKZ7iVtr-cvUgSnP__ZCo&amp;hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=JvUDUY6QAcjR0wG8woCADg&amp;ved=0CC4Q6AEwADgK#v=onepage&amp;q=empress%20theodora%20baths&amp;f=false" target="_blank">"porphyry shaft"</a></span> (whatever that is, sounds dirty) bearing her statue stood in the public courtyard of the Arcadian Baths overlooking the blue, blue sea.</span><br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YoJUCclxqiY/UTJmNYzfE7I/AAAAAAAAA08/1wiL2_-xnAY/s1600/finalwater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YoJUCclxqiY/UTJmNYzfE7I/AAAAAAAAA08/1wiL2_-xnAY/s1600/finalwater.jpg" height="640" width="545" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Illustration by Jon Lai at&nbsp;<a href="http://jlai.carbonmade.com/">http://jlai.carbonmade.com/</a></span></b></td></tr></tbody></table>Now, I understand that the Arcadian Baths were known for their external splendor and their internal luxury, and that sounds lovely and I would like to go there myself someday. But seeing as how I live in 21st-century Brooklyn and am here on a cold winter's day wanting a bath&nbsp;<i>now,&nbsp;</i>and aside from which the Arcadian Baths fell to ruin centuries ago,<i>&nbsp;</i>I’ll settle for a visit to&nbsp;<span class="MsoHyperlink"><a href="http://brooklynbanya.com/" target="_blank">Brooklyn Banya</a></span>, located only a few blocks from my apartment.<br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>External Splendor</b><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b>Brooklyn Banya, “The Best Russian Turkish Bathhouse in Brooklyn,” is a great place to steam and sweat the winter out of your bones. I’m not a public baths virgin – I’ve experienced the Korean Paradise Sauna in Chicago, where naked ladies scrub each other's backs, as well as the Moroccan hammam of Agadir, where half-naked Berber attendants stretch you out on a stone slab and clean you with argan-oil soap – and Banya is right up there with the best of them. (I’ve also toured the ancient Roman baths in Bath, England, but only managed to dip a hand in one of the pools.)<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>To get to Banya, I walk to the corner of Coney Island Avenue and Church Avenue, turn right at Rocky's Pizzeria, head down CIA past a discount liquor store and the Halal Gyro Café to an oddly styled 1950s chalet constructed of brick and painted concrete blocks. Inside, I pay my $25 to the Russian hostess, who gives me a locker key for the women’s dressing room upstairs. Banya is open to men, women and children, and everybody showers and changes into swimsuits before going down to the baths.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> The great thing is that you don’t have to bring anything but $25 and your swimsuit. Banya provides everything you need: soap, towels and slippers. But I brought my own flip-flops, which is allowed. It’s all very casual. You can just be yourself! In a very watery environment!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><b>Internal Luxury</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b> Banya is not a “bath” the way you’d normally think of a bath.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> For one thing, there are no tubs like you have at home, obviously, but big pools – a hot whirlpool and a cold pool where you can go for a mini swim. Then there’s the dry sauna, the wet sauna and the steam room, not to mention a freezing cold pull-chain shower for the toughest people or a temperature-controlled shower for scaredy-cats like me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> They’ve also got a full restaurant at Banya, right next to the pools, where they serve vodka along with home-made pickle plates, borscht,&nbsp;blintzes with caviar and a big piles of garlic potatoes and dumplings. Oh yes, this is public bathing in the grand Russian style. Or, you can be straight-edge clean and eat nothing and just drink water and/or Banya’s special black tea made with honey and cherries.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> What I love about Banya is that it’s a real Brooklyn mix of people – so aside from white ladies like me, there are real Russians, local families with kids, hipsters, middle-aged men with big bellies and hot chicks in string bikinis.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> Rest assured, it’s all very clean. The Banya website insists on this: “The facilities are very clean – the cleanest of all the Banyas, and the staff works really hard to keep it that way. We take great pride and care in what we do.” And I can tell you from personal experience that the pools are full of chlorine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> “At some point in the sauna, you will see people beating one another with leafy birch branches. This is normal, enjoyable, and also supposedly increases circulation,” the Banya site explains. “It definitely exfoliates. If you want, you can buy a birch branch for $20 and beat your friends with it. We sell them at the front desk. Or you can get a real treatment from our “PLATSKA MAN” for $30.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> Did I tell you this place is awesome!??!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><b>Dreamy Haze</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b> I do believe I saw the PLATSKA MAN in action – at any rate, there was a fit guy in a speedo and a flannel cap who had a woman laid out before him in the wet sauna, and he was swishing and slapping and pressing a big bunch of birch leaves all up and down her body.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;">As for me, I just did my own thing, unassisted. I started with the hot whirlpool, then moved to the cold pool for a refreshing dip, then entered the wet sauna where I saw the PLATSKA MAN, continued with a cold shower, then on to the dry sauna, where I stretched out on sweet-smelling wooden planks, then cold pool, hot pool, dry sauna….&nbsp;</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;">…. somewhere along the line I slipped into a dreamy haze and time passed unnoticed as all stress and toxins left my body….</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;">All of this built up to the final finish: the steam bath. Which, to tell you the truth, scares me a little bit. I went to a party at Banya once, and a man I didn’t know followed me into the steam bath and propositioned me even though we couldn’t see each other through all the steam, so that was a bit strange, and I left before getting the full benefit.</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;">But this time I was with my husband and only unsure about whether I could cope with the intense steam cloud of heavy wet eucalyptus-scented heat that comes blasting out of a vent at timed intervals. I did cope, and it was lovely. And then we agreed that we were hungry, and not for borscht or dumplings, so we went home, limp and relaxed as two blissed-out ragdolls.</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;">It was just as <a href="http://brooklynbanya.com/">brooklynbanya.com</a> promised:</span></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">After all the sweating and relaxing walking out of the Banya, feeling ten years younger with skin soft and smooth like babies, you will promise yourself to come back.</span></em><br /><!--EndFragment-->http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-day-at-baths.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-8147697606904261073Sun, 23 Sep 2012 15:47:00 +00002012-09-23T13:25:11.619-04:00Altered StatesOliver SacksThe Politics of EcstasyTimothy LearyTimothy Leary: She Comes in ColorsI'm wandering pleasantly through the wilds of Timothy Leary's <i>The Politics of Ecstasy </i>this sunny Sunday morning, trying to put together some narrative that makes sense. I don't know if it's the writer in me, or if this is the way everybody's mind works, but I'm always seeking a story that fits, no matter what elements get mashed together.<br /><br />I suppose I came to this place because I recently read <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/08/27/120827fa_fact_sacks" target="_blank">Oliver Sacks' personal history "Altered States"</a> in <i>The New Yorker</i>, where he describes his self-experiments in the chemistry of chloral hydrate, morning glory seeds, morphine, LSD and various other druggy concoctions during his years as a medical student:<br /><br /><i>"I recall vividly one episode in which a magical color appeared to me. I had been taught, as a child, that there were seven colors in the spectrum, including indigo....I had long wanted to see 'true' indigo, and thought that drugs might be the way to do this. So one sunny Saturday in 1964 I developed a pharmacologic launchpad consisting of a base of amphetamine (for general arousal), LSD (for hallucinogenic intensity), and a touch of cannabis (for a little added delirium). About twenty minutes after taking this, I faced a white wall and exclaimed, "I want to see indigo now -- now!</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>"And then, as if thrown by a giant paintbrush, there appeared a huge, trembling, pear-shaped blob of the purest indigo. Luminous, numinous, it filled me with rapture: it was the color of heaven, the color, I thought, that Giotto spent a lifetime trying to get &nbsp;but never achieved --never achieved, perhaps, because the color of heaven is not to be seen on earth."</i><br /><i><br /></i><b>Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out</b><br /><br />Never having taken LSD myself, I became interested in learning more about the experience -- not by taking it, though who knows?, that may happen someday, but by reading up on it. For a few years, an old book has sat on my shelf, picked up somewhere, perhaps a Brooklyn stoop sale, and left unread: <i>The Politics of Ecstasy</i>, by Timothy Leary, Ph.D., a collection of essays written by and about the Harvard professor who spent the 1968 San Francisco Summer of Love defending his psychedelically assisted research into the inner spaces of the human mind. So this weekend, I finally picked up the book and started to read an essay titled "She Comes in Colors," which turns out to be the transcript of an interview <i>Playboy</i> magazine conducted with Leary in 1966.<br /><br />Basically, the dude dropped a lot of acid. A lot.<br /><br />"The lesson I have learned over 300 LSD sessions, and which I have been passing on to others, can be stated in 6 syllables: Turn on, tune in, drop out," Leary told <i>Playboy</i>. (Which means that he must have taken many more trips between the interview and the time of&nbsp;<i>The Politics of Ecstasy</i>'s publication in 1968.) Click <a href="http://archive.org/details/playboylearyinte00playrich" target="_blank">here</a> for archive.org's complete transcript of the interview.<br /><br />I was especially interested to learn what Prof. Leary has to say about LSD, women and sex. It's a mixed bag of drug-tested experience, scientific wisdom, unfiltered thought and a sprinkling of sheer nonsense that sounds dated.<br /><br />For example, I now know that in a carefully prepared, loving LSD session, a woman can have several hundred orgasms! I also have learned that every woman has built into her cells and tissues the longing for "a hero, sage-mythic male, to open up and share her own divinity." 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The doctor warns against it, saying that on LSD, her eyes would be microscopic, and she’d see very plainly what the guy was up to, coming on with some heavy-handed, moustache-twisting routine: “You’d look like a consummate ass, and she’d laugh at you, or you’d look like a monster and she’d scream and go into a paranoid state."<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Leary recalls an LSD session with his wife, Rosemary,&nbsp;when their eyes locked and she pulled him into the center of her mind, where he experienced everything she was experiencing. There's real beauty in his telling.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">As he looked at her face, it began to melt and change.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNsviIySrww/UF85LaKAM9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Hn8IwZjdEKo/s1600/Leary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNsviIySrww/UF85LaKAM9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Hn8IwZjdEKo/s320/Leary.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Dr. and Mrs. Leary</b></td></tr></tbody></table>“I saw her as a witch, a Madonna, a nagging crone, a radiant queen, a Byzantine virgin, a tired worldly-wise oriental whore who had seen every sight of life repeated a thousand times. She was all women, all woman, the essence of female – eyes smiling, quizzically, resignedly, devilishly, always inviting: ‘See me, hear me, join me, merge with me, keep the dance going.’”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Mrs. Leary was all women to her husband. He had no need for a constant, ever-changing parade of young female flesh, he told&nbsp;<i>Playboy</i>. <o:p></o:p>During the six-year period of his extravagant, promiscuous, unchaste use of LSD, Dr. Leary was faithfully monogamous. “The notion of running around trying to find different mates is a very low-level concept,” he said.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />There's something sweetly old-fashioned in his fidelity to Mrs. Leary. Say what you will about him -- and plenty of criticisms have been lobbed at him -- Timothy Leary was a man who clearly loved and cherished his wife.</div>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/timothy-leary-she-comes-in-colors.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3960688957707629327Sat, 01 Sep 2012 15:06:00 +00002012-09-01T11:07:02.716-04:00Eva TanguayFrancis RenaultGypsy Rose LeeSophie TuckervaudevilleVaudeville OddballsGypsy Rose Lee is my latest obsession. She got her start in vaudeville, you know.<br /><br />So, I've been reading Gypsy's memoir, called, uh, <i>Gypsy: A Memoir</i>, the one that <a href="http://www.broadwaymusicalhome.com/shows/gypsy.htm" target="_blank"><i>Gypsy</i> the Broadway musical </a>was based on, so I've learned that it was only after years of driving around the country, singing "I'm a Hard-Boiled Rose" on Orpheum Circuit stages and sleeping in a tent with her pushy show-biz Mama Rose and baby sister June that Gypsy became a fabulous burlesque star.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G68JPjhR-BQ/UEIkZaKPcaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/wmv7-Zpck-s/s1600/Gypsy+Winks" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G68JPjhR-BQ/UEIkZaKPcaI/AAAAAAAAAz4/wmv7-Zpck-s/s320/Gypsy+Winks" width="320" /></a></div>Vaudeville was dying, but before it was stone cold finished, Mama Rose kept dreaming up these cockamamie acts for the girls to appear in. For example, Mama had a cow made with a <i>papier-mâché </i>head and a body made of fuzzy brown-and-white material along with leather-spat hooves. One of the unpaid boys in their act occupied the front of the cow while another boy took up the rear.<br /><br />And then l'il June sang this song:<br /><br /><i>I've got a cow and her name is Sue</i><br /><i>And she'll do most anything I ask her to.</i><br /><i>I took her to the fair one day</i><br /><i>And she won each prize that came her way</i><br /><br />Cornball, right?<br /><br />As it turns out, this was typical fare back in the 1910s and 1920s before radio and talking pictures killed vaudeville. Gypsy mentions a number of the vaudeville performers she shared a stage with, and they're...odd. Hard to believe American culture created them, but you know that <span class="st">L.P. Hartley quote, "The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.</span>"<br /><br />Or maybe you don't. The point is, entertainers did things back then that you wouldn't see now. Here's a sampling of a few of the vaudeville stars Gypsy met back in the day:<br /><br /><b>Eva Tanguay:&nbsp; </b><a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/music_box/2009/12/vanishing_act.html" target="_blank"><i>Slate</i> calls Eva Tanguay</a> "the biggest rock star in the United States" from 1904 until the 1920s, although Eva referred to herself as "the girl who made vaudeville famous." Her big number was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zte2sDJ0rys" target="_blank">"I Don't Care,"</a> and she wore costumes like this:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZWhbk93sQ8/UEIc9N_EWII/AAAAAAAAAzQ/T9oSiGWMPbk/s1600/Eva+Tanguay" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZWhbk93sQ8/UEIc9N_EWII/AAAAAAAAAzQ/T9oSiGWMPbk/s1600/Eva+Tanguay" /></a></div>"Billed as an 'eccentric comedienne,' her act—essentially—was that she was nuts," says the <a href="http://travsd.wordpress.com/2009/08/01/stars-of-vaudeville-41-eva-tanguay/" target="_blank">Travalanche blog</a>. "A bad singer, and a graceless dancer, with hair like a rat’s nest, the homely, overweight Tanguay would put on outrageous outfits, sing provocative self-involved songs, commissioned especially for her, and fling herself around the stage in a suggestive manner."<br /><br /><b>Francis Renault:</b> This drag queen billed himself as "The Slave of Fashion" and performed as a Lillian Russell [Note to self: Who? Must google.] impersonator before opening his own speakeasy in Atlantic City.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nym7c9tMRsU/UEIhkuns2jI/AAAAAAAAAzk/23reQY1wYYQ/s1600/Francis+Renault" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nym7c9tMRsU/UEIhkuns2jI/AAAAAAAAAzk/23reQY1wYYQ/s320/Francis+Renault" width="205" /></a></div>&nbsp;"Is it proper also is it legal for a real ladylike man to further simulate femininity and appear on the streets dressed in woman's garb provided this man be a professional female impersonator?" asked the <i>Atlanta Constitution</i> in 1913.<br /><br />Read more about Francis Renault at <a href="http://www.queermusicheritage.us/drag-SH-renault.html" target="_blank">Queer Music Heritage</a>.<br /><br /><b>Sophie Tucker: </b>Actually, I think I've actually heard of Sophie Tucker before. Anyway, Gypsy mentions her as playing on the Orpheum Circuit. She was like a combination of Mae West, Janis Joplin, Bessie Smith and Francis Renault (see above). Apparently, she was born in 1886 and got her start by singing for tips in her family's restaurant.<br /><br />She sounds tough and cool in her big number "Some of These Days":<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/3heCSPJrO70/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3heCSPJrO70&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3heCSPJrO70&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/vaudeville-oddballs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-4718077367395343102Sat, 18 Aug 2012 22:01:00 +00002012-08-18T18:04:06.574-04:00Helen Gurley BrownHelen Gurley Brown's Advice to Men on How to Have an AffairHelen Gurley Brown died this week at age 90, but oh what a ride she had before leaving this world. For such a tiny woman with a delicate voice, the <i>Cosmopolitan</i> magazine and <i>Sex and the Single Girl</i> author certainly made a loud impact on American culture in the 1960s.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muvXpT1BJds/UDAQaRfTH6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/HabGXYaBixI/s1600/Helen+Gurley+Brown" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muvXpT1BJds/UDAQaRfTH6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/HabGXYaBixI/s320/Helen+Gurley+Brown" width="320" /></a></div>As the feminine counterpart to <i>Playboy</i> editor Hugh Hefner, she encouraged young women to work hard in their careers, obsess over their figures, and manipulate men with sex. I wouldn't be surprised if <a href="http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/search?q=mad+men" target="_blank"><i>Mad Men's</i></a> scriptwriters pore over old issues of the magazine in creating the characters who inhabit the show's secretarial typing pool.<br /><br />You either loved or hated Helen Gurley Brown: just read the comments in <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/14/business/media/helen-gurley-brown-who-gave-cosmopolitan-its-purr-is-dead-at-90.html?pagewanted=all" target="_blank"><i>The New York Times'</i> obituary</a>.<br /><br />Here's one: <i>"Former Cosmo Girl copy editor here. CG was hands-down the best job I ever had, and I've been around in publishing. I'm about as mouseburger as you can get, but working there made you feel like a million bucks. If you only read the cover lines at the supermarket, you don't understand the tone of Cosmo. It's about being happy that you're a woman--and yes, sex IS an important part of that. I'm a lesbian and a very different kind of feminist than HGB was, but she spoke to women who might not have been entirely happy with who they were, especially in the early days. She didn't brainwash them, she told them they weren't mouseburgers—they were absolutely fantastic and deserved to have fun." </i><br /><br />Here's another: <i>"HGB was a woman without morals and basically one who cared not at all about other women. She had a brief affair with my father in the 50's and pursued him relentlessly!<br />I asked my 90 yr old mother yesterday why she was so passive while feeling so hurt and heartbroken and her response was that it was economic. She had 4 small children to care for and no real job skills. Obviously my father was lacking in character and morals too but what kind of woman does that to another woman? Where is the sisterhood?"</i><br /><br />But to really get a feel for her, the best way is to listen to her in her own words. Here's Helen Gurley Brown's advice to men on how to have an affair, taken from a recording circa 1962 after the publication of <i>Sex and the Single Girl</i>:<br /><br /><i>Now, I'm not for promiscuity, but I think it's ridiculous to pretend that it doesn't exist, and I think there's far less hurt and more joy for everybody if certain rules are followed.</i><br /><br /><i>So first, how to get a girl to the brink, and second, how to keep her there when you're not going to marry her. I believe most girls are attainable by somebody, really most girls, but you have to work at it. I think the reason you don't always succeed is that you want everything now, this minute, tonight's the night.</i><br /><br /><i>Rule One is, take time to court her.&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><i>Rule Two, love her out of bed. Laugh at her jokes. Women have fantastic egos too, you know, even pretty little slips of girls just love to be thought fascinating and funny. Make her talk to you, and you listen. No matter how shy she is, make her feel that with you she's a dynamo.</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>Rule Three, admire her character, even if she doesn't have any. You like the way she handles her jobs, her friends, her family, her money. When bedtime comes, you'll have her thinking that with you, at least, she can't do anything wrong.</i><br /><br />There's much more, including the advice that "brute force isn't sexy," <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjAOyAf-2Jc" target="_blank">here</a> at YouTube.<br /><br /><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/helen-gurley-browns-advice-to-men-on.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3475621329927642545Sat, 11 Aug 2012 18:02:00 +00002012-08-11T14:03:46.051-04:00Janis JoplinNina AriandaNina Arianda to Play Janis Joplin RoleEver since I desperately tried and failed (long boring story, won't bother to tell) to buy a Broadway ticket to the sexy comedy "Venus in Furs," I've been equally desperate to witness a Nina Arianda performance.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nina Arianda is fabulous, by all accounts. Judy Holliday, Sophia Loren and Lady Gaga all rolled into one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F5bHv0WERNo/UCad6pUBLNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lnEdg9QXyf4/s1600/Arianda_Nina_446_ret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F5bHv0WERNo/UCad6pUBLNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lnEdg9QXyf4/s200/Arianda_Nina_446_ret.jpg" title="Nina Arianda" width="133" /></a></div>Sadly, I've only seen her in Woody Allen's movie "Midnight in Paris," which was a disappointment -- and her talents were overlooked in her small role as some random guy's forgettable wife.<br /><br />But. The good news, <a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/07/10/entertainment-us-janisjoplin-idUSBRE8691DZ20120710" target="_blank">according to Reuters</a>, is that Nina Arianda is now scheduled to play the role of Janis Joplin in a film called, what else?, "Joplin," an independently produced film that tells the story of the blues-rock diva's final year of life. I'm excited! Can't wait to see what Nina A. does with the role.<br /><br />Janis Joplin died way too young, of an overdose in 1970 at the age of 27, but oh, what a voice while she lived. You can see what an endearingly sweet Texas girl she was, heroin addiction aside, in this clip from the Dick Cavett show:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/w7usMRsz-ok/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7usMRsz-ok&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7usMRsz-ok&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/nina-arianda-to-play-janis-joplin-role.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-4177573332326920014Sun, 05 Aug 2012 15:07:00 +00002012-08-05T11:15:52.680-04:00Mamie Van DorenMarilyn MonroeLong Live Marilyn MonroeMarilyn Monroe died fifty years ago today. Long live Marilyn Monroe.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWW3WVCovYk/UB6LutsRLiI/AAAAAAAAAyM/O82rv0-Gk0w/s1600/marilyn-monroe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWW3WVCovYk/UB6LutsRLiI/AAAAAAAAAyM/O82rv0-Gk0w/s200/marilyn-monroe.jpg" width="136" /></a></div>The idea of what makes a woman a woman keeps changing, but she's eternal. Beautiful, talented, sexy, fun, glamorous, mysterious, vulnerable, and even, yes, tough.<br /><br />Fifty years, and we all still have a personal relationship with her. And we keep trying to learn more. <a href="http://marilynmonroe.com/" target="_blank">The Official Marilyn Monroe website</a>, managed by The Estate of Marilyn Monroe LLC, plays to this desire with a "news" page, which suggests that she's more than just a memory. (This just in: <a href="http://www.bakedbymelissa.com/">Baked by Melissa</a> recently celebrated Marilyn’s birthday with a portrait made of 2,048 cupcakes.)<br /><br />I don't often recognize Marilyn here at Bad Girl Blog, fabulous as she is. She really wasn't a bad girl, was she? (For a true bad girl of Marilyn's era, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=23668207#editor/target=post;postID=6711863659688337197" target="_blank">check out Mamie Van Doren</a>). Marilyn Monroe may have been a promiscuous pill-popper, and a difficult diva on movie sets, but there was always something of the victim about her....<br /><br />....The lost girl in need of rescue. Which is why we keep trying to revive her, feeling that if we pay enough attention this time, things will turn out different.http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/long-live-marilyn-monroe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-2081051233518517112Wed, 11 Jul 2012 01:27:00 +00002012-07-10T21:48:28.665-04:00A Visit From the Goon SquadMiddlemarchOurit Ben-HaimUnderground New York Public LibraryBest. Blog. Ever.It's been a long time since a blog has mesmerized me as much as <a href="http://undergroundnewyorkpubliclibrary.com/" target="_blank">Underground New York Public Library</a> has. (OK, I admit, it's been awhile since I've scoured the webernets for new blogs.) Makes me proud to live in NYC. If you every worry that nobody reads anymore, just check out this blog.<br /><br />The premise is simple: photos of people reading books in the New York City subway system, with captions stating the book title and author. Plus comments by readers as well as the blogger, a photographer named Ourit Ben-Haim. That's it.<br /><br />Yet the variations are endless. And the blog is addictive.<br /><br />I hope someday to see myself pictured there. Reading <i>Middlemarch</i>, perhaps. Or <i>A Visit From the Goon Squad</i>. Here's someone reading <i>The Iliad</i>:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PjSucWkOiZ0/T_zalgiLrmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/R7mMfBs6MaA/s1600/The+Iliad_Underground+NY+Public+Library" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PjSucWkOiZ0/T_zalgiLrmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/R7mMfBs6MaA/s320/The+Iliad_Underground+NY+Public+Library" width="320" /></a></div><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/07/best-blog-ever.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3995315967291952846Sat, 23 Jun 2012 21:25:00 +00002012-06-23T17:48:20.404-04:00Barack ObamaMitt RomneySeekingArrangement.comsugar daddyObama or Romney: Who's Your Sugar Daddy?<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">So what do you think? Which U.S. presidential candidate has more promise as a sugar daddy? Barack Obama or Mitt Romney? If you picked Obama, congratulations! Your vote is in line with the overwhelming 3-to-1 majority in a poll taken by <a href="http://seekingarrangement.com/" target="_blank">SeekingArrangement.com</a>, which bills itself as the world’s largest sugar daddy dating website, with 1.5 million members.</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br /><div class="section" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="section"><div class="layoutArea"><div class="column"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt2KdT2tr-c/T-YwtE9ozWI/AAAAAAAAAxY/qgEW1DwdxLI/s1600/barack-obama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt2KdT2tr-c/T-YwtE9ozWI/AAAAAAAAAxY/qgEW1DwdxLI/s200/barack-obama.jpg" width="200" /></a></b></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Ladies, ignore the wedding ring. This man is sugar daddy material!</b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">The site posed the Obama vs. Romney question to more than 30,000 of its female Sugar Baby members this past week, and found that Obama beat Romney in all key swing states and even some Republican strongholds, capturing the hearts of Democrat, independent and even Republican female voters.</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3OVKA7Fa5c/T-Yy09zc8wI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KZ4SToZDF-s/s1600/romney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3OVKA7Fa5c/T-Yy09zc8wI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KZ4SToZDF-s/s200/romney.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A good-looking guy. But a sugar daddy? Not so much.</b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;">A visit to the SeekingArrangement site shows that it views a modern sugar daddy as a man who is always respectful and generous. But beware, he can also be a super-demanding paramour: "You only live once, and you want to date the best. Some call you a mentor, sponsor or benefactor. But no matter what your desires may be, you are brutally honest about who you are, what you expect and what you offer."</span></div><div class="column"></div><div class="column"><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, a mentor, so that's what they're calling it these days. Somebody ought to get back to Elliot Spitzer on this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The Wall Street Journal</i>, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/29/seeking-arrangement-college-students_n_913373.html" target="_blank">The Huffington Post</a> and <i>Vanity Fair </i>magazine, by the way, have all reported stories about SeekingArrangement.com, which has a sister website called <a href="http://seekingmillionaire.com/">SeekingMillionaire.com</a>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Fact is, Romney is certainly a mega-millionaire. So you'd figure that he'd make a better sugar daddy than Obama, a simple Harvard-educated lawyer and bestselling author who managed for years on a humble state senator's salary, right?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Not so, say the </span><span style="font-size: small;">SeekingArrangement poll results. </span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-size: small;">34.1% said they would prefer Obama as their sugar daddy</span></li><li><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;11.9% said they would prefer Romney as their sugar daddy &nbsp;</span></li><li><span style="font-size: small;">11.1% said they would be happy to have either Obama or Romney as their sugar daddy</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></li></ul><ul></ul><span style="font-size: small;">"Barack Obama was by far the preferred sugar daddy. Obama beat Romney by a knockout of 3 to 1,” says Brandon Wade, founder and CEO of SeekingArrangement, in a statement. “While many unfairly stereotype Sugar Babies as gold-diggers who would gladly accept any wealthy man as their sugar daddy, our survey shows the contrary. Sugar Babies are extremely picky about the men they date.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Indeed, nearly half, or 43%, said they wouldn’t choose either Obama or Romney for a sugar daddy. But for those who do want a presidential-caliber rich guy in their lives, Obama was the clear winner by double-digit percentages over Romney. The ladies loved them some Obama, from New York to Ohio to Texas to California and even to Romney's home state of Massachusetts, where the vote went 32.8% toward Obama versus only 20.2% for Romney.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">“According to our survey, most women say they chose Obama because he is more trustworthy, charismatic and sexy," says Wade, an MBA from MIT. "Obama is funny and is known to be a good dancer. Unfortunately, Romney is still viewed by many as the ‘vanilla’ candidate."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Here's a tip for the Romney campaign: get your candidate to take some dancing lessons. </span></div></div></div></div>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/obama-or-romney-whos-your-sugar-daddy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-6087725103715371782Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:02:00 +00002012-06-16T17:02:02.645-04:00Lola MontezLola Montez: Dead or Alive<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6FQMOnFJS8/T9zuIekey8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5OrrqNxM3d4/s1600/lola1g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6FQMOnFJS8/T9zuIekey8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5OrrqNxM3d4/s200/lola1g.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Beautiful Lola</b></td></tr></tbody></table>I've been a fan of <a href="http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-lola-scary-lola.html" target="_blank">Lola Montez</a> for years. A whip-cracking vixen of the nineteenth century, she was a luxuriant weed growing unchecked in the hypercultivated garden of the Victorian era. The moralizing bourgeoisie viewed her as a terrible example of womanhood grown wild and warned their daughters against becoming transgressive rebels lest they suffer the fate of Lola Montez.<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYCVII0qwtg/T9zz054xSKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PjR_JPAEwmY/s1600/Lola_montez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYCVII0qwtg/T9zz054xSKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PjR_JPAEwmY/s200/Lola_montez.jpg" width="185" /></a></b></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Scary Lola</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br />“She has the evil eye and will bring bad luck to whoever links his destiny with hers,” the French novelist Alexandre Dumas Sr. wrote of La Montez. <br /><br />As any avid student of history might appreciate, I feel that I have a personal relationship with Lola Montez, not just because I've read many biographies about her, but also because my path keeps crossing hers in mysterious ways.<br /><br />I live in Brooklyn and am within walking distance of Green-Wood Cemetery, where she is buried under her real name:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DTlyXCAwrs/T9zu6COBdsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y3lXiyeqVXw/s1600/lolagrave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DTlyXCAwrs/T9zu6COBdsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y3lXiyeqVXw/s320/lolagrave.jpg" width="243" /></a></div>And just last month, I visited a friend in Grass Valley, California, where Lola lived during the Gold Rush from 1853 to 1855. Her house is still standing. In fact, it has been preserved and features a couple of historic plaques that celebrate her life. The first is a state-registered landmark that describes Lola Montez as "a mistress of international intrigue and a feminist before her time":<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HYhYFCuEyk/T9zwFf11PHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/n9F9rFqqfYY/s1600/Lola+Montez+plaque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HYhYFCuEyk/T9zwFf11PHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/n9F9rFqqfYY/s400/Lola+Montez+plaque.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The second plaque is a bit odd. It says that Alice Lorraine Andrews, who acquired the Lola Montez house in 1933, gave it to the Pioneer Association of Nevada County, California, "to honor her grandparents and other pioneers and to create a center for the furtherance of Christian, patriotic and cultural ideals."<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDn8cc6NuRU/T9zws3BD9zI/AAAAAAAAAwo/OsqxfCqDG-A/s1600/Lola+plaque+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDn8cc6NuRU/T9zws3BD9zI/AAAAAAAAAwo/OsqxfCqDG-A/s320/Lola+plaque+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The house itself is a cozy, tidy-looking affair, maintained in good order as of the spring of 2012. It sits on a lot just a few blocks away from "downtown" Grass Valley, which is now a sleepy town with some good cafes, wine-tasting bars and restaurants.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzBH4ESLw40/T9zyARCRjCI/AAAAAAAAAww/s6yy2EqNj24/s1600/Lola+Montez+house,+Grass+Valley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzBH4ESLw40/T9zyARCRjCI/AAAAAAAAAww/s6yy2EqNj24/s320/Lola+Montez+house,+Grass+Valley.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The house wasn't open the day I showed up, but I peeked inside, and the interior looked stuffy and quiet. The image I took appeared fuzzy and ghostly. Is Lola's spirit still inside?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBVjCzmAfyk/T9zytr0wteI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4IGPpuYUtZ8/s1600/Lola+Montez,+house+interior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBVjCzmAfyk/T9zytr0wteI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4IGPpuYUtZ8/s320/Lola+Montez,+house+interior.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>After an early divorce, affairs with virtuoso pianist Franz Liszt and King Ludwig I, a fatal duel, a revolution in Bavaria, several ugly marriages, countless whippings and a restless dancing career on four continents, Lola Montez died of syphilis in New York at the age of forty-three, broke and friendless.<br /><br />Often when I think of her, I want to save her, yet I know I can't. But at least I can pay her a visit!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHc8T6VjFM/T9zzkoejdfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pcUv14ENUwQ/s1600/Joyce+&amp;+Lola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHc8T6VjFM/T9zzkoejdfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pcUv14ENUwQ/s320/Joyce+&amp;+Lola.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/lola-montez-dead-or-alive.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-2677073552415077477Sat, 05 May 2012 14:33:00 +00002012-05-05T10:38:46.188-04:00Junot DiazThe New YorkerJunot Diaz on Older WomenMy favorite Dominican-American novelist, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Junot-Diaz/111850538834522" target="_blank">Junot Diaz</a>, has published a fine and true (in the fictional sense) story in <i>The New Yorker</i> about a love-sex affair with an older woman.<br /><br />&nbsp;<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/04/this-week-in-fiction-junot-diaz.html" target="_blank">"Miss Lora" </a>comes along in the 16-year-old hero Yunior's life just after he has lost his brother to cancer, and he's lonely, horny and confused. Basically, he needs an older woman in his life right about then, and along comes a middle-aged single teacher from a local high school in New Jersey. The girlfriend who calls Miss Lora "that old fucking hag" won't sleep with Yunior, but Miss Lora will, oh yes, she will.<br /><br />It's all wrong for Yunior and Miss Lora to get together because he's too young and she's too old, but they do. And it's not just a one-time thing, either. They keep getting back together because their attraction is powerful.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7CuOvTd5hw/T6U54sP3lhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/BqxDbiRUAnM/s1600/Diaz_Junot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7CuOvTd5hw/T6U54sP3lhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/BqxDbiRUAnM/s200/Diaz_Junot.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Junot Diaz (Photo: AP)</td></tr></tbody></table>"You are scared stupid at what you are doing, but it is also exciting and makes you feel less lonely in the world," Diaz writes. "And you are sixteen, and you have a feeling that, now the Ass Engine has started, no force on the earth will ever stop it."<br /><br />OK, I have to say that I especially liked this story because I related to it personally. I was the older woman in a young man's life once. And it felt so powerful and so wrong, and we shouldn't have come together but we did because we couldn't help ourselves. And then we went and married each other, didn't we? That was nine years ago, and we're still together.<br /><br />Well, "Miss Lora" doesn't end so happily, but it ends the way most affairs end between an older woman and a younger man. The big difference between my story and Diaz's is about ten years: Yunior meets Miss Lora when he's 16, and I met Dave when he was 25.<br /><br />"I assumed the reader would judge the situation immediately; this is, after all, illegal conduct," Diaz tells <i>The New Yorker</i> in an online interview about his story. "But I had hoped to produce a piece of art that allowed the reader to experience a number of contradictory streams of feelings simultaneously. Sure, it would be swell if someone got to know Miss Lora before they judged her, or if their judgment was overturned by reading the story, but it’s also cool if a reader judges and knows the character simultaneously and neither of these experiences alters or counteracts the other. In a culture like ours, obsessed with its dichotomies, giving folks the opportunity to work out their simultaneity muscle is a worthy goal" <br /><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />Read more <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/04/this-week-in-fiction-junot-diaz.html#ixzz1u0OL0UoD" style="color: #003399;">http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/04/this-week-in-fiction-junot-diaz.html#ixzz1u0OL0UoD</a></div><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/05/junot-diaz-on-older-women.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3278125304942817637Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:17:00 +00002012-04-27T20:17:26.155-04:00Lucy JonesM.I.A. video 'Bad Girls'The TelegraphBrooklyn's Muslim Bad Girls, M.I.A. StyleMuslim sisters are doing it for themselves in Brooklyn! I was walking to the subway earlier this week, and spotted a car driving verrrry slooooowly around a traffic circle on a quiet street, with the hazard lights blinking.<br /><br />Hmm...I thought...car in distress? Mechanical difficulties? There was no "Student Driver" sign posted on top of the car, so what was going on? An impatient driver in a car behind the slow one nosed up to the bumper until it could sneak past and hurry along its way.<br /><br />I kept walking closer until I could peek inside the vehicle, and I was rewarded with a delightful little scene: two ladies in head scarves, the younger one behind the wheel and peering over it cautiously, the older one in the passenger seat acting as instructor and lookout.<br /><br />Yay! Had to have been a Muslim mom teaching her daughter to drive. I love Brooklyn!<br /><br />Seeing these independent ladies in head scarves, driving along with no men to accompany them, made me think of that new M.I.A. video "Bad Girls." You know the one I'm talking about? "It's a great big middle finger to Saudi Arabia's inhumane laws about women," <a href="http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/culture/lucyjones/100060274/watch-m-i-as-middle-finger-to-saudi-arabias-insane-driving-laws-trumps-madonnas-sexy-pop/" target="_blank">writes Lucy Jones in her blog for The Telegraph</a>. "It's the only country in the world where women are banned from driving. Muslim academics warned in December that allowing women to drive would 'provoke a surge in prostitution, pornography, homosexuality and divorce.' Please." <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/2uYs0gJD-LE/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYs0gJD-LE&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYs0gJD-LE&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/04/brooklyns-muslim-bad-girls-mia-style.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-8032197152676761719Sun, 01 Apr 2012 19:50:00 +00002012-04-01T15:53:01.792-04:00Leela CormanLower East Side Tenement MuseumMoCCA Fest 2012UNTERZAKHNUNTERZAKHN--Leela Corman's new graphic novelCheck out my friend Leela Corman's new graphic novel, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unterzakhn-Leela-Corman/dp/0805242597/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1" target="_blank">UNTERZAKHN</a>, about to be released from Schocken Books. Leela is one of my personal bad-girl superheros--she's smart, talented, a student of history and used to be my belly dance teacher and may one day be again if she ever moves back to NYC from Gainesville, Fla.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E872kKYE49M/T3iwO2xUh_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/GpUEYa9EjG4/s1600/Unterzakhn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E872kKYE49M/T3iwO2xUh_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/GpUEYa9EjG4/s200/Unterzakhn.jpg" width="163" /></a></div>Leela's graphic novel tells a story of immigrant life on the Lower East Side at the turn of the last century, as seen through the eyes of twin sisters whose lives take radically different paths. (In case you didn't know, "unterzakhn" is Yiddish for "underthings.")<br /><br />This spring, Leela's traveling all over America to promote her story of "bad girls making good, pogroms, and vaudevilian types." She'll be doing book events all over NYC as well as in Gainesville, Boston, Portland, Seattle, San Francisco and Toronto. You can find her at <a href="http://www.leelacorman.com/">www.leelacorman.com</a> or Twitter: @LeelaOfNewYork.<br /><br />Plus! Leela will also be dancing in some unrelated events, in New York City and in Toronto.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbK0mC8dO_s/T3ixdRC3l0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/G6ZyDXRAVUc/s1600/Leela-BellyDance-photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbK0mC8dO_s/T3ixdRC3l0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/G6ZyDXRAVUc/s320/Leela-BellyDance-photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Here are the NYC listings for the UNTERZAKHN launch:</b><br /><br />Tuesday, April 3, Brooklyn:<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">7 p.m., <b>WORD bookstore</b> book launch party, 126 Franklin St.<b><span style="color: red;"></span></b></div>Thursday, April 6, Manhattan:<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;">6:30 pm, <b>Tenement Talks</b> event at the <b>Lower East Side Tenement Museum</b>, co-sponsored by the <b>Center for Cultural Judaism</b>. 103 Orchard Street (at Delancey). RSVP requested (<a href="mailto:events@tenement.org" target="_blank">events@tenement.org</a>). Event is free, but requires purchase of book.</div>Saturday, April 28-Sunday, April 29, Manhattan<br /><a href="http://moccany.org/content/mocca-festival" target="_blank">MoCCA Fest 2012.</a><span style="color: #888888;"><br /></span>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/04/unterzakhn-leela-cormans-new-graphic.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-1205369146728075330Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:22:00 +00002012-03-27T21:22:13.768-04:00CherFreddy's BarNancy DrewYou're invited: Cher-tacular art opening & costume party, April 7<div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Please come!&nbsp; Nancy Drew, <i>"66 Chers (Dear Cher)"</i></span></div><div style="color: black;"> </div><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></i>Art Opening, Cher-tacular &amp; Costume Party, April 7, Brooklyn </span></div><div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 22.0px;"><b><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">see her Dear Cher Series at:</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> &nbsp;</span></b><span style="color: #1e17b1;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://nancydrewpaintings.com/" target="_blank">http://nancydrewpaintings.com</a></span></b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoLN18cPFe0/T3Jls3BYbmI/AAAAAAAAArc/UikyKpmsfQM/s1600/Cher+pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoLN18cPFe0/T3Jls3BYbmI/AAAAAAAAArc/UikyKpmsfQM/s320/Cher+pic1.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="font: 18.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 22.0px;"><span style="color: #1e17b1; font-size: 13px;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><span style="color: #2b06a2;"><b>WHEN:</b></span><b> &nbsp;Saturday, April 7th,&nbsp;6 to 10 pm</b> <div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><span style="font: 16.0px Helvetica;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</b></span><b> Show runs April 7th thru May 6th</b></div><div style="font: 16.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 19.0px;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b06a2;"><b>WHERE:</b></span><span style="font: 16.0px Helvetica;"><b> &nbsp;</b></span><b>The Backroom&nbsp;at Freddy's Bar</b> <div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><span style="font: 16.0px Helvetica;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </b></span><b>627 Fifth Avenue (between 17th &amp; 18th Streets)</b></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; South Slope, Brooklyn</b></div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br /></div><div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">Freddy’s Bar</span></b><i><span style="background-color: white;"> announces its newest art exhibition, a show of recent work by Brooklyn artist </span></i><b><i><span style="background-color: white;">Nancy Drew</span></i></b><i><span style="background-color: white;">.</span></i></div><div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #330099;">Nancy Drew's mixed-media portrait&nbsp;paintings of Cher explore the realm of celebrity, beauty and aging in the&nbsp;21st Century's</span></span></i><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #330099;"> hyper-pop landscape. Employed as much as a stand-in&nbsp;for 'everywoman' as for her off-center iconic status, images of Cher from&nbsp;the 70's are printed onto contemporary magazine pages, mounted to&nbsp;canvas and amplified with collage, glitter, </span></span></i><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #330099;">beading&nbsp;and various forms of&nbsp;adornment and deconstruction.</span></span></i> </div><div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 15.0px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b06a2; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b><i>Also premiering in this exhibit, a very special Cher video mash-up by legendary video artist Donald O'Finn.</i></b></div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br /></div><div style="font: 18.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b>Don't miss Nancy Drew's Opening Night Cher-tacular Events:</b></div><div style="color: #2b06a2; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 18.0px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 16.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><span style="color: #2b06a2;"><b>6 - 8 pm:</b></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<b>Art Opening</b><span style="font: 16.0px Arial;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b><i>66 Chers</i></b>,&nbsp;mixed-media paintings by<span style="color: black;"> artist</span><b>&nbsp;Nancy Drew</b></div><div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b><i>With:</i></b><span style="color: #2b06a2;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="color: #222222;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span>a very special&nbsp;Cher&nbsp;video mash-up by legendary video artist<b> Donald O'Finn.</b><span style="color: #222222;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 16.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><span style="color: #2b06a2;"><b>6 - 10 pm:&nbsp; </b></span><b>Cher Costume Party</b></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><i>Come as Cher or Sonny, one of her fabulous ex-boyfriends or anyone else from those groovy days...</i></div><div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b><i>Be one of the first 25 guests to arrive in costume and receive a signed,&nbsp;"Dear Cher" monoprint by Nancy Drew.</i></b><b><i> Special Prizes for Best Costumes include a Nancy Drew 'Cher' painting and Freddy's bar tab.</i></b> </div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><i>...Rumor has it that some of Cher's ex's, Greg Allman, Les Dudek and Brooklyn's very own Rob Camiletti</i></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><i>might make an appearance!&nbsp;</i></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 15.0px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 16.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><span style="color: #2b06a2;"><b>8 - 9 pm:</b></span><span style="color: #6c2fc0;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span>&nbsp;<b>Sonny &amp; Cher Comedy Hour</b><span style="font: 15.0px Arial;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">Hosted by premiere comic, VH1's Pat O'Shea.<i>&nbsp;</i></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><i>Special guest appearances by impersonators Tom Jones, Burt Reynolds and more!</i></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 15.0px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #2b06a2; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><b>9 - 10:30 pm:</b><span style="color: #222222;">&nbsp;&nbsp;<b>Cher-aokee</b></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">Hosted by Tokyo Rosenberg &amp; H-Bomb.<b>&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><i>Cher &amp; Sonny wigs will be available for your performances! Special prize for best performance!</i></div><div style="color: #222222; font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 15.0px;"></div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 16.0px;">Freddy's Bar &amp; Backroom </div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">hours: Sun - Sat 12pm - 4am</div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">subways: F train to 4th Avenue/9th Street</div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; R train to Prospect Avenue</div><div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">tel: <a href="tel:718-768-8131" target="_blank" value="+17187688131">718-768-8131</a></div><div style="color: #1e17b1; font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;">facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/383318165030598/" target="_blank">http://www.facebook.com/<wbr></wbr>events/383318165030598/</a></div><div style="color: #1e17b1; font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><a href="http://freddysbar.com/" target="_blank">http://freddysbar.com/</a></div><div style="color: #1e17b1; font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;"><a href="http://nancydrewpaintings.com/" target="_blank">http://nancydrewpaintings.com</a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br /></div>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/youre-invited-cher-tacular-art-opening.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-3270725880014399963Sun, 18 Mar 2012 20:26:00 +00002012-03-18T16:26:10.150-04:00KickstarterLadies of Hip-Hop FestivalLadies of Hip-Hop Festival Needs You to Step UpThe Ladies of Hip-Hop Festival needs your help!<br /><br />This group of women artists comes to New York on July 13 to 15, in their eighth annual dance festival, but first they're raising money on <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ladiesofhiphop/the-annual-ladies-of-hip-hop-festival" target="_blank">Kickstarter</a> to fund their education and performance efforts that put the focus on women and positive roles in hip-hop culture.<br /><br />Right on, ladies. <br /><br />The <a href="http://www.ladiesofhiphopfestival.com/" target="_blank">Ladies of Hip-Hop</a> project will only be funded if at least $5,000 is pledged by Sunday, April 8, 2:20pm EDT. As of today, Kickstarter reports the project has 88 backers who have raised $3,187 so far.<br /><br />"Nothing against our male artists but it is necessary to give focus and thanks to our girls and women in the culture," say the Ladies on their Kickstarter comments page.<br /><br />Check 'em out and give 'em some love.<br /><iframe frameborder="0" height="360px" src="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ladiesofhiphop/the-annual-ladies-of-hip-hop-festival/widget/video.html" width="480px"></iframe>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/ladies-of-hip-hop-festival-needs-you-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23668207.post-33982058920640445Sun, 11 Mar 2012 16:28:00 +00002012-03-11T12:32:14.513-04:00Film ForumLouise BrooksPandora's BoxLouise Brooks: Lulu on the Run With a GunNew York's Film Forum recently screened a rarely seen 1928 film starring Louise Brooks dressed as a boy and on the run after murdering the stepfather who molested her.<br /><br />Called <a href="http://www.filmforum.org/movies/more/beggars_of_life" target="_blank"><i>Beggars of Life</i></a>, the film when it first came out was described as "sordid, grim and unpleasant" by <i>Picture Play</i> magazine. But Louise Brooks looks ravishing as always, sporting a cap set at a rakish angle rather than her trademark helmet of black hair. The face peeking out from beneath the cap could never in real life be mistaken for a boy's. It's Lulu, a year before Pabst released his German silent <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0018737/" target="_blank"><i>Pandora's Box</i></a>, only here she's hopping trains instead of ruining men and being ruined in return.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZW8NvlmXGE/T1zCGX26JXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hgNhrmDt5t0/s1600/Beggars_Life_1928_301_sil70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZW8NvlmXGE/T1zCGX26JXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hgNhrmDt5t0/s320/Beggars_Life_1928_301_sil70.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here's the thing: Louise Brooks had good reason to understand the motivation of a girl who would kill the man who molested her. When she was just nine years old, Louise was sexually abused by a local pervert in her hometown of Cherryvale, Kansas. From then on, she was cold to sexual love and felt nothing for the many men who fell in love with her in Hollywood, Europe and beyond.<br /><br />"For me, nice, soft, easy men were never enough," she said. "There had to be an element of domination."<br /><br />She lived for herself only, polishing her reputation as a great silent film star, but burning bridges behind her wherever she went, first with the Denishawn modern dance company in 1922, then Paramount Pictures, then a failed career as a courtesan to wealthy men.<br /><br />After watching her, eternally silent, in <i>Pandora's Box</i>, it can come as a surprise that Louise Brooks later spoke plenty in interviews, documentaries and the collection of essays she wrote, <i>Lulu in Hollywood</i>, before dying broke and alone in her Rochester, N.Y., apartment at the age of 79 in 1985.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AQqtU63uv8/T1zGFzYlrvI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lNSLD-ufOnI/s1600/louise+brooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AQqtU63uv8/T1zGFzYlrvI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lNSLD-ufOnI/s200/louise+brooks.jpg" width="156" /></a></div>"She was the most seductive, sexual image of woman ever committed to celluloid," says filmmaker Richard Leacock in <i>Lulu in Berlin</i>, a documentary that includes a lengthy interview with Louise Brooks. "She was the really unrepentant hedonist, the only pure pleasure-seeker I think I've ever known."<br /><br />And what did Lulu think? "I never was an actress," Brooks told Leacock just a year before her death in this documentary where she appears as a graying, elegantly spoken lady in a housecoat, her face still strikingly pure and expressive. "I never was in love with myself....You can't be a great actress unless you think you're beautiful....When I acted I hadn't the slightest idea of what I was doing. I was simply playing myself, which is the hardest thing in the world to do."<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/-tH4aJ92PFg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tH4aJ92PFg&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tH4aJ92PFg&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><i></i>http://mybadgirlblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/louise-brooks-lulu-on-run-with-gun.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Hanson)0